| I’m gonna fight 'em all
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| A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back
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| They’re gonna rip it off
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| Taking their time right behind my back
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| And I’m talking to myself at night
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| Because I can’t forget
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| Back and forth through my mind
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| Behind a cigarette
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| And the message coming from my eyes
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| Says leave it alone
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| Don’t want to hear about it
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| Every single one’s got a story to tell
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| Everyone knows about it
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| From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
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| And if I catch it coming back my way
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| I’m gonna serve it to you
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| And that aint what you want to hear
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| But thats what I’ll do
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| And the feeling coming from my bones
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| Says find a home
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| I’m going to Wichita
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| Far from this opera for evermore
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| I’m gonna work the straw
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| Make the sweat drip out of every pore
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| And I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding
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| Right before the lord
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| All the words are gonna bleed from me
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| And I will sing no more
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| And the stains coming from my blood
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| Tell me go back home |